“You sound surprised. Should I be offended?” he teases.

“No, of course not. It’s just unexpected, that’s all. What does the tweet mean?”

He takes the phone back from me and shoves it in his pocket. “I have a lot of teenage fans who aren’t old enough to get into the venues where I perform, so sometimes I do random outdoor meet-and-greets with them.”

My smile grows wide. “You do that? That’s one of the nicest things I’ve ever heard.”

“Well, these kids mean a lot to me. I look at them, and I see myself at that age. I wanna give something back, you know?”

I stare at him, feeling myself growing fonder and fonder of this man by the second.

“So, will you come?” he prods. “Jessie will be there, too. She’s going to film it for YouTube.”

“Yes, I’ll come,” I say eagerly.

“Great, I’ll pick you up at five-thirty.” He bends over the table to ruffle my hair, and then he’s gone.

When I’m finished with work, I spruce myself up a little, letting my hair down out of the twist I’d had it in and changing from my heels into the reliable flats I always carry in my bag. If this thing is outdoors, I’m guessing there’s going to be a lot of standing involved.

“Knock knock,” I hear Jessie call as I quickly swipe on some lip gloss and leave the office bathroom. As I walk out, I see she’s holding a small video camera. Jay’s standing to the side of her, just out of range of the lens.

“Swit swoo, hot stuff coming through,” she whistles, and I shake my head at her, blushing. Jay’s repeatedly flicking a die high up into the air and catching it effortlessly.

“Stop filming me,” I say, self-conscious.

Hitching my bag up on my shoulder, I wave goodbye to Dad, who’s still in his office. We leave down the narrow staircase and out onto the street, but Jessie keeps on filming.

“I swear to God, I’ll sue you if I see myself in this YouTube video,” I warn her. “I work in a solicitor’s office, so you know I’ll do it.”

“Oh, come on. We need a bit of eye candy to get the teenage boy demographic interested,” Jessie jokes. “I’m sure they don’t want to look at Jay’s ugly mug the whole time.”

Jay’s mug is far from ugly, but no way am I admitting that out loud.

“Yeah, Watson. You’ve got to do this. It will help my career,” Jay agrees, a smug look on his face as we walk. He throws his arm around my shoulders and gives them a squeeze, then looks behind to Jessie. “Make sure you get a few ass shots in. Matilda has a rear end deserving of online attention.”

I shove him with my elbow, and he laughs. “If you film my arse, I swear to God, I really will sue.”

He raises his eyebrow at me, and I can’t help the tiny smile forcing its way onto my face. Then he takes things a step too far when he leisurely slides his hand down my back to my bottom. I let out a tiny gasp when he gives it a good, firm squeeze. Immediately, I swipe his hand away.

“Don’t do that again,” I warn, annoyed by the charming grin on his face, and the fact that I still find it charming after what he just did. Jessie’s having a good old laugh as she trails behind us.

“Oh, come on. Don’t be pissed,” says Jay, trying to placate me. “We were talking about your ass, darlin’. I couldn’t myself.”

“He’s an arse man,” Jessie puts in, nodding her head in agreement.

I scowl at the both of them, but I can’t stay angry for too long.

A few minutes later we come into view of the meeting spot where Jay’s fans are waiting, and I have to keep my jaw from dropping. There’s at least a hundred people, maybe more. Jay sticks his finger in his mouth and lets out a loud whistle as we approach; heads turn in his direction, and they all start cheering. He climbs up onto the high wall surrounding a nearby business and gives them all a theatrical bow.

I stand off to the side with Jessie as she captures it on film. She’s not the only one, either. Half the kids here have their phones out, recording videos.

“Thanks for coming, everyone,” says Jay loudly from above. Funnily enough, the acoustics are pretty good, so he doesn’t have to shout to be heard. “Wanna see something cool?” he asks, taking out the die he’d had back in the office.

With it resting between his thumb and index finger, he flicks it dexterously up into the air. We all watch as it goes up and then comes back down, and I wish I hadn’t blinked, because somewhere on the way down one becomes two. The crowd claps loudly, whistles ringing out, while Jay takes the two dice and flicks them the same as before. They multiply again, becoming four, and he starts juggling them. They continue to multiply, moving in a circle through the air, his hands as quick as lightning. Soon he’s got about ten of them on the go, and I can’t figure out how he did it. I didn’t see him slip any out of his sleeves, or slide them from his pockets. They literally appeared out of thin air.

When he has too many to handle, he starts tossing them, one at a time, to random members of the crowd. Dozens of teenagers dive for them, eager to have a little keepsake from their favourite illusionist. Jay pulls out a deck of cards and begins doing an elaborate trick with a girl named Sarah who volunteered. She seems at once mortified and delighted to have been selected. Jay walks through the crowd, shuffling the cards and detailing what he’s going to do.

He’s close to the entrance of one of the businesses that surround the area, fronted by large glass sliding doors. The sliding doors open as three women in office attire leave the building. Jay is walking backward as he speaks, and steps just inside the glass doors. He’s still talking as they shut in front of him, and as the glass closes over his body, he vanishes. The doors open again as more workers come out, and he reappears, still going on with his spiel as though he didn’t just make himself disappear.

All around me the teenagers go crazy, clapping and cheering. A few men in suits come out of the building then, and Jay bumps into them by mistake. It all happens so quickly. He apologises, patting one of the men on the shoulder, and I don’t know how I catch it, but I think I see his other hand slip inside the man’s pocket for a split second. It’s all so fast that I can’t be sure it actually happened.

The men continue on their way, but something about the whole thing niggles at me. The man Jay patted on the shoulder looked familiar, and I have to wrack my brain to remember where I’ve seen him before. Then it hits me. He’s the same old guy Jay had been eyeing up in the casino that time, the one Jessie warned him to stop staring at.

What the hell is going on here?

When I look back at the building, a sudden feeling of unease comes over me as I recall the business it houses. No, not a business, but a publication. The Daily Post, to be exact.

I’d like to think that this is a coincidence, but the little I know of Jay would lead me to believe otherwise. He’s too clever to have overlooked this. Why on earth would he stage his gathering outside the place he wants to sue?

The cards he’s using today aren’t a regular deck of cards, but a deck of tarot cards. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a magic trick that involves tarot cards before. Sarah, the girl who volunteered, picks a card. Jay gives her a pen and instructs her to sign her name on the back of it, tear it up, and stick the pieces in her bag. She does so quickly.

“I’m going to guess your card, but I’m not going to tell you what it is,” says Jay. “I’m going to show you.”

There’s quiet among the gathering for a few short moments, the city sounds of people and traffic washing over us.

“Okay, the card is somewhere on the street. Can anybody spot it?”

They all get excited, running around trying to find the card, but I have a feeling it’s not a physical card they should be looking for. I peer about, trying to spot it, when Jessie elbows me and nods up at the newspaper building. There on a window on the fourth floor is the outline of a picture in what looks like red chalk.